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End part 2
“What are toi going to say to get her back?” Annie said. (The girl on the plan)
I sat there for ten long secondes thinking of what I could say to Bella.
What could I say?
“You’ll never get the lucky girl back with that expression,” she a dit out loud but instantly regretted it. “Oh my gosh I didn’t mean to say that. It was rude.”
“No toi are right, I left her when she need me most and I can never take that back.” I a dit solemnly
“No toi are right, I left her when she need me most and I can never take that back.” I a dit solemnly as I laid my head on the headrest.
“Um, I didn’t catch your name, but the plane has landed so cheer up and go get your girl back. I have a feeling things will work out for you.” She smiled at me.
“Thanks that’s just the pep talk I needed.” I a dit as I got up and helped Annie with her luggage and let her pass. “Goodbye.” I a dit as she ran quickly to her mother who did look sick.
I walked at human speed to the parking lot and when no one was watching me I sped off towards my house to get something before I begged for Bella’s forgiveness.
I thought over the past six months as I sped through forests leading to Forks. I had been so angry that after a week of living with my family at Tanya’s house I fled while they thought I was hunting. I could face their pity any longer. Especially with their thoughts of encouragement.
Don’t worry honey, it will get better, Esme thought gently.
Son, I know it’s hard but it will be alright, Carlisle thought with a slight smile.
C’mon man let’s go hunting and you’ll feel better, Emmett thought trying to distract me from my sourness.
Rosalie’s coarse thoughts cut through me like sheets of ice: Why can’t he just get over himself? She was nothing but an insignificant human. And she wasn’t even that prett—
In an instant she was on the ground with me on haut, retour au début of her growling ferociously inches away from her small face.
“TAKE IT BACK!” I screamed in her horrified face as if she had no idea about what I was talking about. My hands were gripping her shoulders. I was about to shake her but I had a feeling of calmness and all of a sudden Emmett and Jasper were holding me as I struggled in their iron like grips.
I started too sob because of the way I had attacked Rosalie even though could not stand it when she was vain. And for the fact that Bella meant everything to me and I missed her deeply.
“Let me go [i]now,” I a dit trying to calm my breathing.
As soon as they loosen their grip I ran as fast as I could away from the house.
I could still hear them wondering why I went berserk.
“I have no clue,” Rosalie lied through her teeth. He didn’t have to messed up, she thought sourly
“Should I follow him?” Emmett asked the family.
“No he will return when he is ready Carlisle said. His voice was the last thing I heard as I ran farther and farther north. I couldn’t even here their thoughts anymore. I hated hurting them. Especially Esme, Alice and Emmett. I couldn’t keep getting into a rage any time any of them thought of her. I had to leave. To get away.
I started running south when someone attacked me and pinned me to the ground.
“Where the hell do toi think you’re GOING?”
“Get off of me Alice!”
“Not until toi change your mind,” she begged knowing that she could not stop me from leaving no matter how hard she tried.
“I’m leaving…because I can’t deal with them and their pity,” I spoke as my face hardened.
“Please don’t leave me.” Alice begged.
“I felt a stab of pained because those were the exact words shehad a dit when I broke her cœur, coeur back in Forks.
It seemed the only thing I was good at was leaving.
“I can’t stay…”
“I’ll miss you…” Alice trailed off.
“I have my phone with me in case toi need toi need to get touch…but I don’t know if I’ll answer…”
She quickly jumped off of me and pulled me into a ours hug. “Call once in a while please. I l’amour toi and be safe.”
Then she sped off back to the house to tell the family I was leaving.
She didn’t ask me where I was going but would be able to figure it out once I made up my mind
I was distracted from my reverie when I heard a ours growl in the forest to the northeast. I was torn. I was starving but I wanted to get to Bella quickly. But I wanted to be well fed and for my eyes to be golden, not the midnight black that might frighten her.
It only took twenty minutes to take down the mother and her young cub. Then I was practically flying to my house. I wanted to see the picture Bella had gave me of us at the prom. As I came to the front yard I heard a familiar cœur, coeur beat and an overwhelming smell. I very quietly came toward the front of my yard where the lawn met the trees. I gasped.
Why was Bella’s truck here?!?
I quickly ran to hide underneath her truck her truck when I instantly regretted it. She sounded like she had been sobbing but was trying to calm her breathing. Then she got of the car quickly and took 10 strides towards my front door.
She stood in front of the door, her body turned away from me so she could not see me behind her at the foot of the stairs. She slowly moved her shaking hand toward the or knob trying to twist it open. It did not of course.
All of a sudden she whispered “Aha!” and took out one of her bobby pins and her bun out with her excitement. She quickly jiggled the lock (surprisingly) and pushed the heavy door open. She went inside and I followed her moving too swiftly for her to have a hope of hearing of seeing but I had to think to myself…
Why was she HERE?
She looked around the living room, shuddered and then, tried to quickly run up the stairs to escape the bleakness of the once beautiful living room, but ripped a couple of time. I wanted to help her but did not want her to see me because I wanted to follow her a little longer.
When I silently walked up the stairs I noticed the cloth that was over Carlisle’s traverser, croix was strewn on the floor. She must have taken it down to see it. I let out a gush of air before heading to my room. Where else would she go?
She hesitated before going into my room but I quickly followed her inside, opening the door unnoticeably in order to fit inside and hid in the shadows.
She frowned again, the small little crease in between her eyebrows becoming plus pronounced as she took in the bleakness of my sheet covered room. She crossed the room and rolled the sheet of my black leather canapé and sat down as she rubbed her fragile hand along the couch’s smooth surface. I wanted to come out of the shadows and hold her in my alarms again.
But I knew she would never want me after the way I hurt her.
She looked up from the canapé and noticed the dark mahogany dresser was uncovered.
Oh no, I thought lamentably. She would find the damaged picture.
I could not stop her because I was La Reine des Neiges waiting for her reaction.
She opened the first, second, and third drawer quickly because there was nothing inside of them because I had left nothing in them. Except the bottom fourth drawer. She opened the last drawer slowly sensing something was inside it. She peered at my blue chemise with the ivory buttons for a seconde and the picked it up while she stood back up. She smelled my chemise and I saw her sway a little. I almost reached out for her but thought better of it.
Her smell was so strong that I could barely focus. But it was in a good way. I had been away so long that I did not crave her blood but only her company and her touch.
She smiled slightly but it did not reach her sad eyes. She must have felt the picture frame in the chemise because she unwrapped it carefully.
A thousand different expressions danced against her flawless face.
Surprise. Hope. Happiness. Sadness. All at the same time.
She swayed toward the canapé and sat down carefully. It pained me to see her place each of her long fingers along each indent mine had made from grasping it too firmly. Her eyes started to water her beautiful chocolat eyes. I couldn’t take it anymore. I wish I could cry and beg for her forgiveness just to stop her pain that I have caused. But I cannot bring myself to reach out to her because I know she will never take me back.
The tears started to spill over onto the glass with a couple of plink plinks. She took her grey sleeve and gently wiped the salt water away as to not cut herself on the cracked glass.
She turned the picture over and pulled the part of the backing that was not ruined and tenderly took out the photograph of us dancing at the prom. She looked at the back of the print as my mouth fell open a little. There was a message on it that I had never read.
I’m glad toi took me to the prom because I was able to spend it with you. I l’amour toi so much. Together forever.
My cœur, coeur twisted in agony as I was overcome with grief. Her words did not help either even though I yearned for the sound of her voice.
“WHY DID toi LEAVE ME?” She shouted at my face in the photograph as she turned the picture over to see my face.
She flung the damaged frame to the ground. It landed on the hard wood floors with a crack and bang. What was left of the glass shattered.
She fell onto the canapé and cried into my torn shirt.
“Why did toi leave me? I thought toi loved me?” She asked the chemise as her sobbing became uncontrollable. “Why Edward?” She a dit my name out loud and I could not hide like a coward any longer.
“I’m so sorry,” was all I had to say. “I never meant to hurt you.”
She froze on the canapé face down with her face in my tattered chemise as she realized I had heard everything.
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